After drinking too much, there are usually two symptoms.

One is to lie directly on the table, or vomit and lie on the table, confused and unaware of what you are doing.

The other type is that the conversation becomes denser than usual, and some meaningless content is repeated over and over again. It can be understood that the brain is actually offline, and it relies entirely on muscle memory to chat with others. After waking up, the person involved often does not

Remember what you said and what you did, because after drinking this, it is no different from dreaming.

From the looks of them, it seemed that this was not their first time drinking. They wanted to try some good wine, but they underestimated the alcohol content and got drunk all at once.

"Thank you." Because of the height difference, the girl raised her head slightly and replied in a voice that sounded like a clear spring, "I can't drink."

"Ha, this drink, this drink is a toast..." I don't know how many drinking places I've been to, and most of my brain is offline. I still open my mouth to persuade you to drink, "Drink, and follow the young people of our 'Zhen Martial Arts Hall',

Make a friend. In the future, you should have someone who can take care of you, don’t you think?"

"That's right, little sister, more friends means more paths."

"Things like drinking capacity are acquired through training. No one can master it from the beginning."

"Brother is right, if you want to get involved in this circle, how can you do it if you don't know how to drink?"

"Yes, yes, cultivate it now, we are doing this for your own good."

……

You said something to me, and as you talked, they seemed to really believe it, and they were immersed in a weird atmosphere where "the seniors teach the juniors how to integrate into society."

Until, a slightly cold voice popped the soap bubble.

"She said she doesn't know how to drink, right?" Ye Guanwu ignored Lin Yiguang's glance, walked forward slowly, and blocked the crowd between the Zhenwu Hall and the girl, "Let's not talk about persuading people to drink. How can people who practice martial arts?

Can I drink too much?"

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"..." The leader of the Zhenwu Hall senior brother maintained his toasting posture, but frowned as if he heard something incomprehensible, "Who are you? What does it have to do with you?"

"No, no, no, no, it's more important to be nice, haha..." Lin Yiguang hurriedly came in to apologize, pulled Ye Guanwu's sleeve, and signaled him to leave quickly.

However, his lower body was rooted to the ground and could not be pulled away.

"Let's put it down here, the wine we toasted has never been returned." Half drunk, his rationality was lax, and his emotions were easily fluctuated. The young man suddenly blushed and said coldly, "Either she drinks, or...

If you want to make this friend, come and drink!"

He turned around unexpectedly and almost thrust the wine glass under Ye Guanwu's nose.

Liquor.

The spicy and pungent fruity aroma rushed into the nasal cavity. Just one sniff made Ye Guanwu feel that his heart had stopped for a beat, and his energy and blood seemed to be a little uncontrollable. He squeezed his fists loudly and took a step back.

, his breath was a little unstable, "Sorry, I can't drink."

He pointed at the ceiling and said, "Heavenly Ring."

"Heavenly Ring?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and turned around, "Did you hear that? He said 'Tian Jie', hahahahaha...Tian Jie?!"

"What a lofty statement. Just say you don't want to drink. How happy would that be?"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, my brother's health is special and he really can't drink." Lin Yiguang grabbed a glass from somewhere on the table. With a smile on his face, he picked up the glass and clinked it with him. "In this case, I will go with you for him."

One cup. Welcome to Qiantang. If you have time, come and sit at my place."

After saying that, I raised my head and drank the cup.

In this way, at least on the surface, it was pretty good. These people obviously had no interest in continuing to play with Lin Yiguang, so they drank a glass of wine hastily and went to other places to have fun.

"Are you okay?" Ye Guanwu asked, "Can I get you some water?"

"Where are you going? It's okay." Lin Yiguang waved his hand, "But I'd better find something to pad my stomach. Drinking on an empty stomach is not good. I remember that when I first entered the place, there seemed to be small buns.

Coming..."

Before turning around, he winked at Ye Guanwu meaningfully, with an expression of "You have to do your best."

What exactly this means is still a mystery to Ye Guanwu at this time.

"Thank you for helping me." The girl raised her little head and looked at him curiously, as if looking at some rare animal. "Is what you just said true?"

"Which one?"

"Heavenly Ring."

"So..." Ye Guanwu carefully considered his physique and said with a smile, "Actually, I can't get drunk if I drink alcohol. It's the same as drinking water. However, after drinking too much, something worse than being drunk will happen.

Things. In short, drinking and sex are harmful to the body, so it’s better to avoid them as much as possible.”

"In our place, there are also kung fu that you need to drink to be able to use them." The girl seemed to be unaware of her negligence. She stretched out her hand and said, "My surname is Luo, Luo from Luohe, Luo Xiaoqin."

"Ye Guanwu."

Because he had almost no social experience before, Ye Guanwu was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the person wanted to shake his hand.

The girl's palms are as petite as herself, and they are as soft as silk. The joints of the finger bones are wrapped with a layer of fist cocoons that are left when hitting a sandbag. It is not too thick, and it can be seen that it is from previous training.

The traces left behind should have not been touched for some days.

However, just this layer of cocoon made her image much taller in Ye Guanwu's heart - at least she was properly trained, much better than those who were frivolous and full of alcohol.

"..."

Noticing the pattern on the back of Ye Guanwu's hand, the smile on Luo Xiaoqin's face suddenly froze, and she calmly withdrew her hand.

"Boom——!"

At the same time, the lights on the scene dimmed, all the lights converged on the stage, and the main show finally began.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to take time out of your busy schedule to attend my son's ordination ceremony."

The host of this dinner, Ma Bangguo, who is known as the head of the "Innate Tai Chi Sect", came to the stage. His figure is not very outstanding, but it is possible that he has cultivated to the state of returning to his original nature. He can't even look at his movements.

There were no traces of martial arts training, and he seemed to be just an ordinary middle-aged man. As for his son, he looked tall and thin, with legs and arms as thin as bamboo poles. Ye Guanwu squinted his eyes, and was disappointed that he could not see any traces of training on his body.

After that, I sighed secretly.

On the stage, Ma Bangguo was speaking with an unknown accent, trying hard to promote the various advantages of their innate Taiji sect. He wished he could start from the beginning of Pangu's creation of the world. What boxing principles, philosophy, power, footsteps, and miraculous skills?

But he never threw a punch or a kick.

"...Are you disappointed?" Luo Xiaoqin suddenly said, "A guy who fools people like this can become a master as long as he has the right connections."

"Ah?...I didn't..."

"Come on." Luo Xiaoqin couldn't help laughing when she saw his clumsy defense, "Your expression is so understandable, it's all written on your face."

"Is it obvious?" Ye Guanwu smiled sheepishly and scratched his head, "I originally thought... martial arts should be one of the few things where shortcuts cannot be taken, but now it seems that is not the case."

"I think they are a manifestation of conforming to the trend of the times." Luo Xiaoqin looked at the father and son on the stage and murmured, "These days, apart from turning martial arts into a business, how else can martial arts practitioners make a living?

?"

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The main entrance of the banquet hall.

A man wearing black clothes, tattered clothes, sloppy hair, and a beard that looked like he hadn't shaved in ten years, slowly approached with a limp. From his appearance to his appearance to his clothes, he didn't look like he could be invited.

People who go to such places.

The waiter at the door was a little hesitant. He wanted to say not to let him in, but he was also afraid that this man had some mental problems. There is a lot of social pressure in these days and there are many mental illnesses. What if you provoke him and he takes out a kitchen knife?

Just when he was about to use the intercom to call the security guard to come up, the man's figure moved, and he didn't know how he moved, and he was in front of him in an instant. He held an invitation letter between two fingers and slowly handed it over.

This beautifully designed piece of paper was wrinkled for some reason, and it was stained with large blood stains, which was extremely horrifying.

"Sorry..."
Chapter completed!